5 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace;
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

1 HOW shall I pour out my complaint, Or tell the Lord my sore distress?

Yet he espies my every want,

My weakness, sin, and foolishness.
2 Uneasy when I feel my load,
Uneasy when I feel it not,
Dissatisfied for want of God,

Though oft of him I've not a thought!

3 I cannot frame a good desire,

If all the world to me were giv❜n,

I cannot to a wish aspire,

WATTS.

L. M.

If one good wish would purchase heav'n.

4 Sometimes I follow after God,

Sometimes I carelessly retreat; For mercy now I cry aloud, Anon in stubborn silence sit.

5 0 Prince of Life ! with power

descend,

Thy blood apply, my conscience clear:
Then shall this legal conflict end,
And perfect love cast out all fear.

696.

1

2

The Conquerors.

BY whom was David taught

To aim the dreadful blow,
When he Goliath fought,

And laid the Gittite low?

HAMMOND.

No sword, nor spear, the stripling took,
But chose a pebble from the brook.

'Twas Israel's God and King
Who sent him to the fight;
Who gave him strength to sling,
And skill to aim aright :

Ye feeble saints, your strength endures,
Because young David's God is yours.

148th.

3 Who ordered Gideon forth,
To storm the invaders' camp,
With arms of little worth,

4

A pitcher and a lamp?

The trumpets made his coming known,
And all the host was overthrown.

Oh! I have seen the day,

When with a single word,
God helping me to say,

My trust is in the Lord :
My soul has quell'd a thousand foes,
Fearless of all that could oppose.
697. The Mourner's Plea.
1 GOD of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;

COWPER.

When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Where shall I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with Thee, whose open door
Welcomes the helpless and the poor?
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's plea ?
Does not thy word still fixed remain
That none shall seek thy face in vain?
4 Poor though I am, despised, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.

698.

The Mourner's Refuge.

1 BEWILDERED in this world of sin,
Among the shades of night;

My soul has long a stranger been
To comfort's cheering light.

2 Where shall I go to find relief?
Whose aid shall I implore,

To calm the tempest of my grief;
And solid peace restore?

L.M.

COWPER.

C. M.

3 Creatures may pity one distrest,
But 'tis beyond their art

To give a troubled conscience rest,
Or cure a broken heart.

4 'Tis Jesus, God's eternal Son,
Who knows the pains I feel :
'Tis Jesus, and 'tis he alone,
My wounded soul can heal.

699.

The Pilgrim's Journey. 1 FROM Egypt lately freed,

2

3

4

5

By the Redeemer's grace,

A rough and thorny path we tread,
In hopes to see his face.

The flesh dislikes the way,
But faith approves it well;
This only leads to endless day,
All others lead to hell.

The promis'd land of peace Faith keeps in constant view! How different from the wilderness We now are passing through.

Here, often from our eyes

Clouds hide the light divine :

There, we shall have unclouded skies,
Our sun will always shine.

Here, griefs, and cares, and pains,
And fears, distress us sore;

But there, eternal pleasure reigns,
And we shall weep no more.

700.

1

The Pilgrim's Song.

то Zion we go, the seat of our King,

BODEN.

S. M.

NEWTON.

104th.

And yet while below, we cannot but sing; Though few here esteem us, the Christ we adore, Has died to redeem us-he lives evermore. 2 What Jesus has done to save us from hell; What conquests he won, when he himself fell: The depths of his sorrow, the heights of his love, Will never be known till we sing them above.

3 Then trust in his name, and rest on his word,
He's always the same unchangeable Lord ;
His wisdom's omniscient, his pow'r is supreme,
His grace is sufficient his flock to redeem.

701.

The Pilgrim's Staff.

1 OUR God, the Pilgrim's Staff, we want,
Do thou the same in mercy grant,
To help us on the road;

For very weak, we feel, indeed,
Then send us all the help we need,
To reach our bless'd abode.

2 Thousands have lean'd upon the same,
Which did support their feeble frame,
From sinking on the way;
By help of this they march along,
And oft through grace do raise a song,
For such a certain stay.

3 And sure to such poor worms as we,
This staff will very needful be,
O then its help afford;
And as we go along our way,
Thus we shall praise, and gladly say,
How faithful is the Lord!

SWAIN.

4 Through all the changing scenes we meet,
Keep us, dear Saviour, at thy feet,
While pilgrims here below;

From creature props, dear Jesus, wean,
Teach us on thee alone to lean,

Till we to glory go.

702.

The Spiritual Mariner.

1 THE billows swell, the winds are high, Clouds overcast my wintry sky;

Out of the depths to thee I call,

8.8.6.

FOWLER.

My fears are great, my strength is small.

2 O Lord, the pilot's part perform,

L. M.

And guide and guard me through the storm; Defend me from each threat'ning ill,

Controul the waves; say, "Peace, be still."

3 Amidst the roaring of the sea,
My soul still hangs her hope on thee;
Thy constant love, thy faithful care,
Is all that saves me from despair.
4 Dangers of every shape and name
Attend the foll' wers of the Lamb,
Who leave the world's deceitful shore,
And leave it to return no more.

5 Though tempest-toss'd, and half a wreck,
My Saviour through the floods I seek;
Let neither winds nor stormy main
Force back my shatter'd bark again.

703.

The spiritual Mourner.

COWPER.

1 WHY, O my soul! why weepest thou ?
Tell me from whence arise

Those briny tears that often flow,
Those groans that pierce the skies.

2 Is sin the cause of thy complaint,
Or the chastising rod?

Dost thou an evil heart lament,
And mourn an absent God?

3 Lord, let me weep for nought but sin!
And after none but thee!

And then I would-Oh, that I might !
A constant weeper be.

704.

1

Waiting for God.

LORD, before thee now I fall,

Wait thy pard'ning smile to see,

Wait to feel thee all in all,

Wait the word that sets me free.

2 Wait to see thy cross appear,
Wait to hear thy gospel sound,
Wait with humble filial fear,
Wait to feel thy grace abound.
3 Wait I must till love shall speak ;
Sure the moment will arrive
When the stony heart shall break,
And my soul be all alive.

C. M.

BEDDOME.

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